Ah, poetry, spring is really giving birth to my creative writing these days. Though this one leans toward the sad side. Within us, there are always sad corners, dark spaces, I believe. I cannot imagine anyone living the perfect life. There are times, we slip into the gray, yes? And they need voices too. ——————————————– … More Home
Sleeping seed, awake to the rain that nourishes your roots and helps you to grow, uncurl through the womb that grips you, the moist damp soil that cradles you. Feel the soil tremble and the pebbles, shudder. The skies open and release. A deluge with the crash of thunder. Under the terrible moody skies. The … More Yearning
I wrote this poem while I listened to this song, do not start reading until 1:20 in the music, if you want to play along that is or just start whenever you want. The point is, to relax and lean into the words and the music. *smiles* Sleeping budawake to rainto feed your rootsto help … More Destiny
INTO THIS DEEP 